"What did I commit?" asked Ariba in his mind.
It was news that he had been waiting for, but when it actually happened, he was terrified.
"The situation is?"
"Operation Department's accident management team and Luupdeng have been dispatched."
"Secure the site and wait for the position. It's not a matter for me to handle."
He sent back the agent and climbed the hill.
"Wow, the world will turn upside down," said Ariba inwardly.
There was a late regret that he had done something he couldn't handle, but the incident had already happened. Ariba felt as heavy as if his feet were a thousand geun.
"Wakil, my inside is like burning."
"A bear who only played tricks to die should, of course, feel chagrined. That's why people shouldn't be bears."
"Don't be a bear?" asked Sun Woo-hyun to himself.
Sun Woo-hyun shook his head. He thought that there was something that had deep meaning in it, but he was scared to ask. It would be tiring even when listening to good songs often. Much more, since he had heard the words "ignorant man, moron, and a dull-headed", he lost his nerve.
"Come on! The bear is coming up the hill."
"An impatient bear is whipped."
Black Mamba didn't even look back. Due to unexplained anxiety, he left the restaurant and went to Wind Hill. He didn't have the heart to listen to the complaining quietly.
"Advisor, it is bad news."
"There's no worse news than the fact that I still can't leave Africa."
Ariba put out the note without speaking.
"16:15 Southwest of Kamembe Airfield 2km Branch. Three Gazelles on their way to the airfield fell. Presumed to be a surface-to-air missile attack."
"What is this?"
Black Mamba's face stiffened like a plaster cast. Was this the essence of anxiety? His heart fell.
"These are the Gazelle that the patient rode and the escort Gazelle."
"What? Didn't they depart at 15:00? "
Black Mamba glared into his eyes.
"A malfunction was detected in SA341. There was a delay in requesting a spare aircraft from Mavivi."
"How can it be!"
Black Mamba staggered and the note in his hand fell.
"What about the passengers?"
"Everyone died."
Ariba glanced away from his earnest gaze and spoke in a businesslike manner.
"Did you say everyone died?"
The atmosphere rumbled in Noho Castle.
"Ugh!"
Ariba momentarily stopped breathing. Unknowingly, he retreated. Huung! A ferocious wave bristled his hair and rolled up the dirt.
"The culprit is?"
A voice that was so cold that the bones shivered rang out. Black Mamba straightened his waist and looked up. The bright red eyes returned to the clear black and white eyes at the moment they were lifted.
"Indeed, the Angel of Death!"
He couldn't help but admire it. Black Mamba rectified his anger at the moment and found stability. No, he swallowed his anger. Despite his usual appearance, he felt suffocated and his skin stung as if he had been swept away by the Harmattan.
"It is presumed to be a Stinger. SA342 Gazelles can pour flares three times. Among the current portable missiles, the Stinger is the only active seeker-equipped missile."
Ariba did not directly address the U.S. Military. If he had checked directly on the spot, his anger would have been doubled.
"The distance to Kamembe Airfield is?"
"It is 31km. It is connected to State N3."
"Well, if you fly a helicopter, you will get hit with a surface-to-air missile. Subordinate! "
"Yes, Sir!"
Pretending was fine. Sun Woo-hyun and Zulu, who were frozen, jumped down the hill like foals on fire.
"Hmm, is it a success!" Ariba yelled in delight.
He missed the opportunity to mention Oparts, but Black Mamba's anger was more than he had thought. Yankees were wrong even if they bet $50 billion, not $5 billion. He was sorry for the victimized Gazelle pilot, but it was the maximum effect at a minimum cost. This was the very DGSE-like means.
Growling! A high-mobility vehicle blasted dust from the headquarters hangar and ran towards the hill.
"Ariba, there's no coincidence in the world."
Black Mamba smiled brightly and climbed into the high mobile vehicle.
"Can it be!"
Even in his opinion, the work had been done perfectly. He had just done his best to transport the patient. Ariba looked at the vanishing back of the car with a hardened face.
******
"Wakil!"
Sun Woo-hyun pointed to the smoke of a new yellow flare. It was a plateau southwest of Kamembe Airfield.
"Lord Dubaiburupa, it is 4 km ahead in the 2 o'clock direction."
Zulu confirmed the GPS data he had received. This was the route from Bukavu to the airfield. Black Mamba jumped from the running vehicle without answering. This was an area where one couldn't enter by car anyway.
As they climbed the sheer cliffs that blocked the front, their vision exploded and the deep valley opened its mouth. On the charred valley floor, the Gazelle fuselage and the tail rotor that had fallen off were seen. Fortunately, the explosion was avoided.
"What are the tremors??"
Luupdeng, wearing a green helmet, was blocking an unidentified armed group. There was a guy in jeans and a Hawaiian sleeveless southern shirt, a guy in jeans and a Reebok shirt, and even a guy in gandourah, but judging from the stern atmosphere, it wasn't a sloppy guerrilla.
He checked the weapon with a tube. The Stinger, the Minimi, the MP5, the MGL grenade launcher; without a doubt, it was all U.S. Special Forces. Using the shrubs rooted in the cliffs as a stepping stone, they rode down a 70-80 degree incline as if flying. Whistle! A black object fell silently like a fan-head repair.
"Aww, hush!"
"Woah!"
Dozens of pairs of eyes that were pointing their guns focused on the man who suddenly appeared as if he had fallen from the sky and soared from the ground.
"Who is the person in charge?"
"Act! This is Luupdeng, leader of the 7th company, captain Nong Moore"
Recognizing the Black Mamba, Moore saluted.
"Captain Moore, why are they doing this?"
"These are supposed to be the Seal team. They said they would investigate the helicopter."
Relief flowed on Moore's face. When the advisor appeared, all the challenges would be solved.
"So, they're gangsters."
Why would the U.S. military investigate a crashed French helicopter? He glanced around the junkyard US troops. Among the 34, not a single one was seen in black. After all, it was Black Mamba that dried the seeds of Shadow.
"What about the passengers?"
"Everyone died. They came in while recovering the body."
"Are they the culprits?"
"Neither admission nor denial."
"It's a bad habit that Yankee guys often use. Hey, who is the person in charge?"
They wanted to wipe it out right away, but they knew each other clearly. He didn't want to trouble the French government.
"I'm in charge."
A black man in Levi's jeans stepped out. His physique was good enough to be the NBA center.
"Reveal your identity?"
"I can't reveal."
"Hehehe, you'll soon remember your great-grandmother's name."
The black man, with his bright eyes, flinched.
"The helicopter came into the no-fly zone. I'm just going to investigate and quietly step back."
Seal team leader, Major Breeman, had a hard time with the opponent. A sixth sense honed on the battlefield had issued a warning.
"You are funny. Do you guys set the access road to the civilian airfield of another country as a no-fly zone? So, you mean you set up a no-fly zone and shot it down? If you say you can't reveal your identity, you mean that you can be considered a terrorist, right? "
"He's a sharp-tongued guy," said Breeman in his mind.
Breeman was desperate for an answer. If they couldn't solve it with words anyway, they had to solve it with their fists. It was an overwhelming power, but there was no reason to spare their fist.
"I only follow orders. It's the last warning. Step back."
Breeman kept his mouth shut and spread his legs shoulder-width apart. His right hand gripped the pistol grip on his waist and clapped his left hand. It was an insulting move meant to fade away immediately.
Black Mamba's eyes were cold. They were going to die anyway, but he didn't want to touch the woman he loved with bloody hands, so he suppressed his anger. If they didn't get out of the way, there was no choice but to kill them for him.
"You're pulling the doorknob of the underworld. What should I do?"
Whooosh! A white shadow came over Major Breeman. Before the left and right guards even recognized the movement, the commendation left their hands. Growling! The moment the guard's scream with a shuriken stuck in his throat exploded, a steel-like hand grabbed Breeman's neck. The left hand grabbed the Rakshasa handle. Whoo! Rakshasa revealed its splendor.
Crack! In one shot, the teeth came out. Breeman's eyeballs were turned upside down.
"Tie it up!"
The giant ball flew 10m and fell to the Luupdeng camp. Whoosh! A death tornado had struck the Seal team.
"Aww, hush!"
"Attack!"
Pat, pat! At the same time as the bullets poured, the tornado swallowed the Seal team. Pat, pat, pat! The ground was dug up, rocks cracked, and shrubs and grass were smashed in the whirlwind. A roar swallowed the scream. The fragile human body was sliced and chopped like pork for a pork cutlet.
The Tornado of death disappeared as quickly as it appeared. The result was ruinous. The shreds that soared fell like rain. Blood and pieces of meat mixed with the shredded materials covered 30m of an area. There was no human form anywhere. Only Asura, with a huge whip, was standing alone.
"Woah!"
"Whoa, whoa!"
Luupdeng's face turned pale. He ripped his eyes open and made a noise like a dumb. Black Mamba glanced at Luupdeng and finished off Rakshasa.
"Damn, I was excited."
He blamed himself. He had shown a scene that shouldn't be shown.
"Captain Moore!"
"Yes... yes, Sir!"
Captain Moore bowed his waist ninety degrees with a frightened face. He was a monster that ground the 34 members of the Seal team like a feed shredder in an instant. There was a fear that his limbs would be ripped off.
"It's the order of the Special Military Advisor. Forget these!"
"Yes, Sir. I didn't see anything."
Black Mamba glanced at Luupdeng.
"I didn't see anything!"
Fourteen people shouted as if their throats were going to burst.
"Okay! You have to have a heavy mouth to live long."
He grabbed the nape of the neck of the big man who was lying face down, got him up, and patted his back with his palms.
"Gack, gack!"
The big man threw up blood and opened his eyes.
"Moore!"
"Yes, advisor!"
"Transport him to the headquarters hospital. His intestines are tangled. Don't feed him water."
"Yes. I understand, Sir."
Luupdeng carried Breeman who stretched like boiled Chinese cabbage on a Gazelle that.
******
Black Mamba looked down at Hae Young, who was ensconced in a tarp with dazed eyes. The missile had broken the tail boom. The helicopter that had lost its tail was upside down.
The impact had broken her neck and twisted her spine. The direct cause of death was blade shrapnel that had smashed her left chest and sprained her back. She would have died instantly without feeling the pain.
"Lin"
Hae Young had no words. He turned her neck, which had turned to an impossible angle, to her original position, and pulled the broken spine back to fit. The resonant waves pressed the tissue to stop the bleeding and pulled the blade shards out.
"Did it hurt so much?"
A trembling hand caressed her cheek. A pale pink color full of vitality turned into white wax. The warmth returned to the stubborn coldness. The beauty of the lustrous soul had disappeared. The scent of her that had gone, ripped through his chest.
"God, so you didn't allow me to share a word of greeting!"
A drop of hot tears fell on her cold cheeks. A woman who gave her warm arms during a time of storm and gale, a woman who left after burning his passion like a flame, and now a woman who would remain with the longing for a lifetime.
Crunch! A feeling of a foreign thing was felt on the inside of the bra soaked in blood. Black Mamba, who had been crying with his head down, raised his head.
"What is this? '
A bunch of paper came out. Two lines were written in rough letters.
"The collapsed folding screen rock, I love you even if I die. I'm sorry!"
"Ah!"
He closed his eyes. It was a small note that was written at the moment the helicopter crashed. When humans would be struck by the fear of death, they would remind of the most intense emotions in their lives. "I love you and I'm sorry" was a momentary sight that filled a delicate soul.
"Uhhh, you silly!"
The first letter didn't even catch his eye. "Only I love you and I'm sorry" appeared in front of his eyes. Even the unchanging love and the unbearable hatred were just a sight for a moment when they passed, but what was she so sorry about?
From the first aid kit, he pulled out something the size of a fingernail in waterproof packaging. This was what Hae Young secretly put in his pocket a few days ago. He guessed the content, so he didn't release it.
When he unpacked, a cheap silver ring came out. It was a sign that they put on their finger under the old man's song, promising eternal love. When he returned the ring, it was painful as if his heart had been torn.
"My address is hell, but maybe we'll see each other again in the future."
He stretched out a hard finger and pushed the ring. It felt like a bullet had pierced his chest. A cold wind blew in and out of the hole.
"Ahhh!"
A grieving howl shook the atmosphere. A flock of birds flew away and a swarm of monkeys ran away while screaming. Luupdeng grabbed his ears and hovered.
"Ah!"
Moore felt like his guts were pulled out. His tears flowed down unwittingly. He had never seen the sorrow of a human being so grievous.
Moore beckoned. Luupdeng turned back in unison and entered the all-around security. They saw legends. They wanted to protect the time when the legend was parting with the woman he loved.
******
"My lungs are about to burst!"
Sun Woo-hyun and Zulu, who chased after Black Mamba all the way to death, pulled out their tongues and gasped. 4km in the jungle was more than 40km of road. Black Mamba was flying away by stepping on the tree trunk, but it was a pity for them who had to overcome all kinds of obstacles.
"Hush!"
Captain Moore shook his hand and pointed to Black Mamba. Sun Woo-hyun looked at crying Black Mamba secretly. They did not dare to comfort or stop him.
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